Healing. It doesn't come easy
Sometimes, it comes along with a realization that hits you after your 500th breakdown, punctuated with hours and hours of howling.
Sometimes, you submerge yourself in it when you simply dip your feet in the cold water of a stream, after a long, tiring trek; letting it numb your skin.
Sometimes, it slips in subconsciously, as you listen to the lyrics of your once favourite songs, making you revisit old, painful memories.
Sometimes, you discover it with your head popping out the window, soaking in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze, piercing in through the pine trees.
Sometimes it comforts you at the end of those long-awaited and avoided conversations about bottled up resentment and unstated apologies.
Sometimes it lingers in the corners, when you accidentally meet a stranger in a coffee shop where you sit for hours, chatting animatedly about your dreams, finding commonalities.
Sometimes, it seeps in through the walls on a dark, lonely night, when only the mess inside your head and the cracks in the ceiling keep you company, as you dissect your entire being.
Sometimes, it's right there in front of you when you wake up to a magical view of the mountains, the sound of birds chirping in the distance and a strange feeling of contentment that spreads across your face, resulting in an amused smile, and then a full blown grin.
Healing... It doesn't come easy.
But when it does, let it set you free.
Sometimes, you submerge yourself in it when you simply dip your feet in the cold water of a stream, after a long, tiring trek; letting it numb your skin.
Sometimes, it slips in subconsciously, as you listen to the lyrics of your once favourite songs, making you revisit old, painful memories.
Sometimes, you discover it with your head popping out the window, soaking in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze, piercing in through the pine trees.
Sometimes it comforts you at the end of those long-awaited and avoided conversations about bottled up resentment and unstated apologies.
Sometimes it lingers in the corners, when you accidentally meet a stranger in a coffee shop where you sit for hours, chatting animatedly about your dreams, finding commonalities.
Sometimes, it seeps in through the walls on a dark, lonely night, when only the mess inside your head and the cracks in the ceiling keep you company, as you dissect your entire being.
Sometimes, it's right there in front of you when you wake up to a magical view of the mountains, the sound of birds chirping in the distance and a strange feeling of contentment that spreads across your face, resulting in an amused smile, and then a full blown grin.
Healing... It doesn't come easy.
But when it does, let it set you free.
siddhantika w.
rishi nikam
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